Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Ituana,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.